At a time like this, who among Tang Changsheng's companions wasn't an elite? And who would give Hongdong a chance to recover at its leisure?
"We can't let that Savage Beast recover!"
Attack after attack struck Hongdong—sword cuts, saber wounds, fire and water. But Hongdong had skin of bronze and bones of iron, and its wounds kept healing.
For a moment, it seemed to come down to which was faster: Hongdong's recovery or the wounds You Mengde could inflict...
Then Hongdong shuddered. Blue smoke seemed to stream from its nostrils, and the unending flow of power from the earth abruptly stopped.
Bang, bang... Wounds erupted across its body like bombs going off beneath its skin.
At that crucial moment, Lu Yuanzhen had struck again. The Wishfire burning within Hongdong's Spirit Terrace flared up, disrupting its power.
At the same time, the power of the earth pouring into Tang Changsheng suddenly stopped. At last, he escaped that awful sensation of being inflated.
Even so, Tang Changsheng still felt as though power ran through every part of his body.
He slashed out with his sword!
The Taiyi Immortal Sword Order's Sword Qi was white. But it was said that once a cultivator reached the Yang God Realm and touched Primordial Taiyi Qi, its sword light would take on the color of Primordial Chaos.
Now, as Tang Changsheng struck, his sword light turned a deep yellow, with a weight that seemed to have no cutting edge at all.
It carried the terrifying force of an iron cudgel swung straight at its target...
And that was exactly what happened. Tang Changsheng's heavy yellow Sword Qi did not cut like a sharp blade; it slammed forward like a wall.
With a thunderous crash, it struck the head of the already grievously wounded Hongdong.
Its entire